Happily Ever After
Disclaimer: Most characters belong to Joss Whedon.
Part 57
Tara woke early, as usual, despite the fact that it was a Saturday. She never seemed to manage making it past seven. Lately she had taken to blaming it on her ever growing belly. At five months she felt like a house, but she knew what really kept her getting up early was the chance to lay in the peace and quiet and watch her beautiful wife dream away. Just as she really started to enjoy the quiet, it ended.
"GET OUT!!!!!" A voice screamed from upstairs. Tara got up as quickly as she could, worried that it would escalate if it wasn't handled quickly.
"NO!!!!" Another voice shouted.
"I mean it, Rupert. If you don't get out I'm going to throw you down the stairs." This time Tara could tell it was Jesse who was speaking.
"Hey," Tara said climbing the attic stairs. "What's going on?"
"He was in here filming me while I slept," Jesse said angrily.
"I'm getting an early start on my documentary for school. It's a day in the life of my family. I told you about it," Rupert said defending himself.
"Yes, I remember, but it's inconsiderate to film your sister sleeping," Tara said.
"I was going to film everyone sleeping, not just her, it's how it's going to start," Rupert said.
"You are not showing that to anyone," Jesse protested.
"Rupert," Tara said, "It's not okay to film people sleeping. Put the camera away until people are awake."
"People are awake, you and Jesse," Rupert said turning the camera on.
"Uhhh.... make him stop, I don't have any make up on, my hair is not done," Jesse said trying to shield herself.
"At nine you can start filming, erase this," Tara said firmly, then walking away.
"Haa!" Jesse said.
"Ha to you cause no one will know if I erase it or not," Rupert said skipping down the stairs.
"Ugh... brothers," Jesse said closing her door.
"Momma... wait," Rupert said.
"What is it, honey?" Tara asked pausing outside her door.
"I'm up now, can we make breakfast?"
"Sure," Tara said. It seemed that lately she got hungry at the mere thought of food, even food she didn't like. She enjoyed being pregnant.
Willow rolled over, half asleep, and reached for her wife. Her eyes popped open when she didn't feel Tara there next to her. Raising her head she scanned the room and still no signs of her soul mate. 'Where is she?' Willow wondered, still laying in bed. Her laziness seemed to be beating out her curiosity. Just then a smell seemed to waft into the room and into her nose. Her hunger took over and her laziness was pushed aside. Willow climbed out of bed and followed her nose to the source of the smell. She found herself in the kitchen where Tara was standing over the stove, and Rupert sat behind the island filming her. Willow ducked out of the kitchen quickly to straighten her hair and her jammies, and then she made a grand entrance into the kitchen.
"Good morning," she said cheerily, kissing Tara on the cheek.
"Good morning," Tara said suspiciously.
"It's such a lovely day today. Would you like help, honey?"
"Okay, who are you, and what did you do with my wife?" Tara said brandishing the spatula like a weapon.
"Whatever are you referring to?" Willow asked innocently.
"Mom," Rupert chastised, "Act normal, this is supposed to be for real. Go mess your hair up and grumble when you come in."
"I do not grumble," Willow said.
"Oh please," Rupert said rolling his eyes.
"Bacon," Summer said interrupting the conversation.
"We're half Jewish, we shouldn't be eating bacon," Harris said following her sister into the kitchen and sitting at the island.
"So... we're half whatever Momma is too, so we can," Summer said.
"Well... out of respect for my Jewish heritage, I'm only having French toast," Harris stated.
"You're only eating French toast cause you think you're fat, which your not. High school is totally messing with you," Summer said waiting patiently for her Momma to slap some bacon on her plate.
"I do not," Harris protested, wanting desperately to avoid the lecture she knew she would get if her Mom's believed Summer.
"Yes you do. Last night it was all, I'm so fat, boo hoo, I need to lose weight, boo hoo," Summer teased.
"Harris, you are not fat," Willow said. "You're in great shape. Why do you think you're fat?"
"I don't," Harris said.
"Don't let the peer pressure at school push you into things. You need to be your own person, and not follow the crowd. Look at me, I'm very successful, I have a wonderful family, and I never succumbed the pressure my peers put on me to be someone who I wasn't. I was incredibly happy in high school," Willow said.
"No you weren't," Jesse said coming into the kitchen in full make up. "Aunt Buffy told me all about you in high school. You were a big dork and nobody liked you and you hated school."
"Silly Buffy, always making up tales," Willow laughed.
"Sweetie," Tara said looking at Harris. "You are beautiful, and certainly not over weight, but if you don't want to eat bacon, I'll respect that, just promise me you won't do anything crazy to lose weight."
"I promise," Harris said.
"Good," Tara said kissing her on the head.
"Mommy, I fell out of bed again," Soleil said entering the kitchen rubbing her butt. "My butt hurts bad."
"I'm sorry," Willow said picking her up.
"I landed on my Barbie car."
"Do you want some ice?" Willow asked sympathetically. She knew it wasn't really that bad, but it always seemed to make her feel better.
"Yeah, I need an ice pack for my heiny."
"Momma," Rhiannon said peeking her head around the doorway, "come here."
"I'm cooking breakfast, can you come here?"
"No, I need you here," Rhiannon said.
"I'll get it," Summer said taking the spatula from Tara.
"What is it?" Tara asked when she reached her youngest daughter.
"I had an accident in my bed. I didn't want Rupert to put it on t.v. Then everyone would think I'm a baby."
"Nobody would think you were a baby. It happens to everyone your age from time to time. It's just a little accident," Tara reassured her.
"Can you help me change my bed?" Rhiannon asked.
"Of course I can help you," Tara smiled.
"Will you help me after the babies are born?"
"Always," Tara said, she wanted to pick her up, but she noticed Rhiannon had neglected to change her clothes.
"Rupert said you would be too busy with the babies to do anything with me. He said that I would never get to spend any time with you cause babies are whiny and needy and they can't do anything by themselves."
"Well... in a way he's right, but they are also cute and sweet, and fun to have around too. Mommy and me will always have time for you. You'll see, you're going to love being a big sister."
"I hope so," Rhiannon said.
"Hey," Rupert said coming into the hall, "no private conversations."
"Rupert, back to the kitchen," Tara said.
"Oh man."
"What's going on?" Mitchell asked yawning.
"I'm making my movie, want to help?" Rupert asked.
"Yeah," Mitchell said perking up.
"You can be the producer."
"What does the producer do?" Mitchell asked.
"I'm not sure, but every movie has them, so it must be important," Rupert said.
"Okay. Does the producer get to eat breakfast before work?"
"Yeah, let's take five," Rupert said turning the camera off. "We'll do more after breakfast."
Rupert and Mitchell had walked around all day filming all the happiness and all the fights of the day. He had even managed to catch Jesse talking to herself in the bathroom mirror, and in the process getting a hair brush thrown at him. Now it was time to record the closing statement and then he could put the film together and show his class on Monday. He was bound to get an A on this project. He said down on his bed and looked into the camera.
"What you have just seen is a day in the life of my family. The cast was my actual family," he smiled. "In order of age, it was my mom and my momma, my sister Jesse who is sixteen, my sisters Summer and Harris who are twelve, then of course me, and then my brother Mitchell who is seven, my sister Soleil who is six, and my baby sister Rhiannon, who is four. What you maybe couldn't tell was that my Mom's are both pregnant, so there's soon to be two more kids running around the house, adding more craziness. I know that it isn't always sunshine and roses here. We fight a lot, and we make a big mess, but we all love each other. Even when Jesse threw the shoe at me, she still loved me. We take care of each other and help each other, cause that's what families do. I may not have a family like everyone else in this room, cause I have two mom's and lots of brothers and sisters, but that's okay, cause I wouldn't trade my family for anything. I might Soleil for a pair of roller blades, but everyone else I'll keep."
Part 58
"I'm all set up now," Harris said walking into the living room and informing her mothers that the family room was ready for the meeting.
"Okay, we're coming," Willow said easing herself off the sofa and helping Tara up.
"Is this going to take long?" Jesse asked when they arrived in the family room. "It's just that I have some homework to do, and I want to finish so I can call Dylan."
"No, it shouldn't take long at all," Willow said smiling.
"Do we get to know what names you pick?" Summer asked excitedly.
"Nope, not until the babies are born," Tara said.
"That's not fair," Rhiannon pouted.
"Well fair or not that's the way it is," Willow said sitting Rhiannon on her lap, "We don't know if the babies are boys or girls, so we can't tell you the names."
"Why don't you ask them if they are boys or girls?" Rhiannon suggested.
"Babies can't talk," Soleil said.
"Especially babies in bellies," Rupert said adding his expert knowledge.
"How are we going to do this?" Harris asked. "I think we should go by age starting with the youngest. They're bound to take less time than us," she deducted.
"However you guys want to do it, it's your meeting," Willow said relinquishing control easier than Tara thought was possible.
"Jesse?" Harris asked.
"Yeah, sounds good, let's just get started," Jesse said impatiently. "Rhiannon tell us your names."
"I don't feel like it," Rhiannon said playing with Willow's hair as she sat on her lap.
"Sweetie, we need to hear them, did you pick out two names?" Tara asked trying to help, knowing how stubborn Rhiannon could be when she wanted.
"Yes," Rhiannon said proudly.
"I bet they're really good," Willow said adding her assistance. "Too bad we won't get to hear them," she added sadly shaking her head.
"Okay, I'll tell," Rhiannon said whispering in Willow's ear and blushing.
"Well?" Tara asked curious to see what her youngest had come up with.
"Rhiannon's names are Buffy for a girl and Ernie for a boy," Willow said.
"Buffy and Ernie?" Rupert asked.
"I think they're good names," Tara said smiling at her daughter.
"My turn, my turn," Soleil said dancing around excitedly.
"Sit still," Jesse said catching her and pulling her onto her lap before she spun into the television. "Now you can tell your names."
"I picked Smokie for a girl, and Woodchuck for a boy," she said looking at her mothers proudly.
"Smokie and Woodchuck," Willow repeated nodding her head. "Those are interesting choices."
"I know," Soleil said beaming.
"Did you get help with those?" Tara asked doing her best to keep positive and not laugh.
"Nope, I thought of them all by myself," Soleil said.
"Okay, Mitchell what names did you chose?" Jesse asked.
"Shaine for a girl, and Jack for a boy," Mitchell said.
"I like those," Summer said surprised.
"Yeah, those are great Mitchell," Harris said.
"I used the computer to find them," he said.
"Mine are better," Rupert said. "Elaine for a girl and Noah for a boy."
"How did you chose those?" Willow asked.
"Cause I just heard them and liked them," Rupert said.
"I like them too," Tara said smiling.
"Are you ready Harris?" Jesse asked.
"Yep, just let me get the lights and turn the projector on," Harris said doing as she said. "Okay, after hours of searching the name databases on the Internet, I've chosen two Hebrew names that both have a beautiful meaning and sound beautiful. The name I've selected for a girl is Zahara, which means brightness," Harris said sliding down a sheet of paper on the projector to reveal the name, origin, and meaning. "And the name I've selected for a boy is Kalil, which means perfect or complete," she said revealing the other names origin and meaning.
"Oh, those names are beautiful," Tara said.
"Don't you think we have enough weird names in our family already?" Jesse said. "I mean Soleil and Rhiannon."
"Hey," Soleil said turning to look at her.
"Nobody has a weird name," Willow said.
"Sure," Summer said rolling her eyes jokingly, "Okay, my turn. I picked Mia and Pele cause they are great soccer players and I'm going to teach the babies all about soccer."
"Again with the weirdness," Jesse said, "Why can't you just chose normal names?"
"News flash, we aren't normal," Summer said.
"What's normal anyway?" Harris said smiling at Tara.
"Exactly," Tara said.
"If your names are so great, what are they?" Rupert challenged.
"Macie for a girl and Trent for a boy," Jesse said.
"I'll give you Macie, but Trent," Summer said.
"That is a stupid name," Harris said.
"You are the last person in the room who should be making fun of names. Soleil had better choices than you," Jesse said.
"Thank you," Soleil said smiling.
"Okay, no fighting," Tara said hoisting herself off the couch. "We have the names, and we'll make our choices and when the babies are born we'll tell you."
"Do we really have to wait?" Rhiannon asked.
"Yes," Willow said tickling her.
"Okay, stop tickling," Rhiannon giggled squirming.
"Are we free to go about our business now?" Jesse asked hopefully.
"Yes, finish your homework and call your boyfriend," Tara said smiling.
"Yay!" Jesse said rushing from the room.
"Where are you going?" Willow asked Tara.
"To start dinner," Tara said. "Do you wanna help?"
"I eat more than I help," Willow said.
"We'll help," Soleil said volunteering herself and Rhiannon.
"Okay, girls, go wash up and then you can help," Tara said.
"And maybe you'll tell us what names you picked?" Soleil said waggling her eyebrows.
"Not a chance," Tara smirked.
Part 59
Willow sat in the bed her laptop balanced between her large belly and her knees. The fatter her belly grew the harder it was for her to use the computer in bed. She looked over at her wife laying next to her. Tara was reading a novel and Willow noticed that she hadn't turned the page in forever. She knew something was on Tara's mind, and she really felt like prying it from her, but she was doing her best to be patient and let Tara come to her with it. She remembered when Tara had told her about wanting another baby, she had done the same thing. For days she noticed something was on Tara's mind and then finally she came out with it. Willow hoped she wouldn't have to wait days to find out what it was. She wasn't sure she could be that patient. Maybe if she just started talking Tara would tell her what was up.
"Hi," she said smiling at her wife.
"Hi," Tara said smiling back.
"Interesting book?"
"Yeah," Tara said. She knew Willow knew that something was up.
"Okay, then I'll get back to work," Willow said.
"I'm having twins," Tara blurted out.
"Huh???"
"The doctor told me today that I'm having twins," Tara said.
"You're eight months pregnant, how could they not have told you before?" Willow asked still shocked.
"The other baby was hiding," Tara said. "Sometimes they do that."
"Sometimes they do that? Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure, I've heard about it before," Tara said.
"No, I mean are you sure it's only twins, I mean there aren't any more hiding in there are there?"
"I don't think so," Tara smiled.
"Ten."
"Ten what?"
"Ten kids, Tara. We're going to have ten kids," Willow said closing the computer.
"We were ready for nine," Tara said.
"We were ready for eight, nine we could handle, but ten?"
"We can do this, Will, I know we can. I'm not saying that it's going to be easy. I mean three kids in diapers, Rhiannon still not in school, it's going to be expensive and exhausting, but we knew all that already."
"I guess I'll need to take on some extra work, just to make sure we can handle it," Willow stated.
"More work? Baby, you work hard enough," Tara said. "So we'll do without a few things, I'd rather have you around more."
"I am round more," Willow smiled.
"Never mind, take on more work," Tara teased.
"Hey, I'm gonna get you for that," Willow said placing the computer on the floor and tickling her wife.
"I was kidding," Tara said struggling to wiggle free. "This isn't fair, I'm eight months pregnant with twins," she pleaded.
"So, I'm eight months pregnant too," Willow said not relenting.
"Wouldn't you rather being doing something else with your hands?" Tara asked.
"Like what?" Willow asked stopping and cocking her eyebrow.
"Like making love to me," Tara said seductively. "It has been awhile."
"Too long," Willow said, lust filling her eyes.
"I don't mean to sound silly, but we're so big, I'm not sure how we can do this," Tara blushed.
"Come over here," Willow said standing and leading Tara to the chair in their room. She brought over a pillow and placed it on the floor.
"You sit here," She said pointing to the chair.
"Should I be naked?" Tara asked smiling.
"Oh yes, very naked." Willow watched appreciatively as Tara stripped herself of her night gown. It had been almost two months since Willow had been that close to her wife's special place, and the faint sweet scent was driving her insane. She could hardly wait for Tara to sit down in the chair, before she had her tongue on her.
"Willow," Tara moaned at the contact, her body spasming from just that first touch.
Willow's lust made her want to dive right in hard and fast, but her soul wanted her to take it slow, and take her time. Tara should be worshipped, not fucked. Fighting her urges, she pulled back, making Tara whimper. She got up higher on her knees, and placed kisses on her wife's belly. She always thought Tara was so sexy when she was pregnant. Not that she wasn't always sexy, but something about the belly, Willow just loved. Willow continued placing sweet kisses on her wife's belly, as she snaked her hand up to cup Tara's breast. She was careful not to put too much pressure or squeeze too hard, she knew Tara was tender now. She gingerly traced her finger around it, working her way toward the hardening nipple. She rolled it in her fingers tenderly, smiling as she felt Tara arch her back.
"Willow please," Tara begged.
Willow obliged, moving her mouth lower, back to it's original position. She still didn't go fast though. She slowly ran her tongue along Tara's slit, tasting the wetness that had built there. She was having a dilemma as to how exactly she wanted to do this. She couldn't decide how she wanted to give Tara her orgasm, by sticking her tongue inside her or by toying with her clit. Why choose, she mused, giving a slight smile. Her distraction didn't go unnoticed by her eager wife.
"Willow, this is not funny, please, baby," Tara begged. She desperately wanted to make eye contact, but her stomach was preventing her from doing that. She couldn't even see what Willow was up to down there, just that she wasn't touching her in anyway, and it was distressing. Just as she was about to beg more, Willow's tongue returned to her, pressing it's way firmly inside. Tara moaned and thrust herself onto Willow's tongue. The harder Willow pressed it into her, the harder Tara grinded onto it, she was so close now she didn't want Willow to move at all, she tried to reach down and grab her to hold her head in place, but again her stomach wouldn't allow the cooperation. And then Willow tongue was gone again.
"Ahh," Tara groaned, "OHHHHHHHH."
It was back and on her clit. Willow was such a tease, building her up like that all the time, and then leaving.
Willow smiled at the effect she was having on Tara. She loved to do that to her. She supposed it was a little bit mean, but it was oh so much fun. Now, though, she thought was time to give her wife what she wanted. Without warning she went from her gentle strokes of Tara's clit, to sucking it firmly. Tara screamed so loudly Willow wasn't sure if she had hurt her, then feeling Tara's juice on her mouth, she smiled, pleased at herself.
"Oh Willow, that was amazing," Tara breathed.
"I know," Willow smiled, only half joking.
"You know?"
"I'm kidding," Willow said.
"Yeah right," Tara giggled, standing. "To the bed?"
"Yes, if I can get off the floor," Willow giggled.
"I have confidence in you," Tara said sitting down on the bed watching Willow struggle to get off the floor. Even eight months pregnant, Willow looked damn sexy naked.
"I know you enjoyed that," Willow said finally joining her wife in the bed.
"I did," Tara grinned laying her head on Willow's chest.
"Is everything okay?" They heard from the door.
"Yeah, is Momma having the baby?" Another voice asked.
Tara buried her face in Willow's chest, completly embarrassed.
"Everything is fine," Willow said trying not to laugh.
"Then why did Momma scream?" Soleil asked.
"Nevermind," Jesse said, "she's fine everyone back to bed."
"Ewwww," they heard Summer say as the kids walked away.
"Oh God they heard me," Tara said blushing furiously.
"Who didn't?" Willow laughed.
"Will."
"I expect a call from Xander and Anya any minute now."
Both women jumped when the phone rang.
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~Spencer~
"You can't type what a lesbian is. We're anything and everything. The one thing in common is that we make love to other women. So give up trying to limit us." - Amanda Bearse -
by irishlassie101 » Fri Oct 01, 2004 3:26 am 
Ten kids!
Hannah 
OMG, that was the best thing I have ever 
and 
are going to have 10 
Hannah. 
I love the story
10 kids??????? 
I agree with every one else that you should make it a trilogy. 
